I’m documenting the final days of these pigs as part of a photo project for my capstone. I know that sounds disgusting, but I
am trying to be an informed carnivore, and that means gaining an understanding of how the animals we eat are raised, kept, slaughtered, and then butchered. I always think its funny when people who eat meat still get squeamish when confronted with the idea that it was a living being with a tail and tongue (which is delicious, by the way, tongue tacos, omg so good).
This photo was taken during a class taught at MU. These students will examine the skinned bodies of the slaughtered pigs next week. I will be at the slaughtering tomorrow morning with my camera, 8am sharp.
I will probably just write about the experience, as I’m not quite sure what to expect of myself. I pass out at the sight of my own blood, but not others’, so I should be ok in that sense, but emotionally, it should be a trip, to say the least. I will refrain from posting grotesque and gruesome photos of the process on this blog. This is not the place for that kind of discussion, and I feel the meaning and context would be lost. Also, just to clarify, I am not doing this to expose some great cruelty, I feel these animals have been treated quite well, considering the circumstances.
